Page 8 of The Office Games
I wait for him to laugh and tell me this is a joke, but he only serves me his perfect smile.
“Since you have time for a boyfriend and you’re always the first person in the building, stopping at a cafe for two lattes shouldn’t be that big of a deal for you, right?”
I slam the door in his face.
TWO
JAMES
The following morning
Two cups of steamy hot coffee are standing on my desk, and I know better than to take a sip from either. The one on the right sports a sleeve that says, “For my beloved new boss,” while the one on the left says, “I’m not your goddamn intern. Sip SLOW.”
“Daphne!” I call for my assistant.
“Yes, Mr. Calloway?”
“Can you send Miss Stone in here, please?”
“Why?” She moves in front of my desk. “Is something wrong?”
“I need to discuss a few things with her.”
“I can relay the message.” She pulls out her phone. “I can record your words and transcribe them via email verbatim. As the new CEO, you shouldn’t waste your time with the unwashed masses anymore.”
“Miss Stone is literally one position below me, Daphne.”
“Belowus, you mean.”
Jesus.“Can you please just send her in here? Now?”
“Only because I don’t want to see my king upset.” She rushes out of the room, and I send a note to Human Resources about replacing her within a year.
Minutes later, Taryn steps into my office wearing a plum-colored dress that clings to her curves and exposes the swell of her perfect C-cup breasts.
My eyes wander down to her matching stilettos as she moves in front of my desk. Envisioning how her legs would feel wrapped around my waist, I shift my gaze up to her beautiful face.
She’s such a fucking vision…
"Well, Mr. Calloway?” she asks. “Did you call me in here for an extra spoon of whipped cream on your coffee?”
“Would you get me one if I asked for it?”
“No.” She picks up one of the cups and takes a slow sip.
Now convinced there’s no poison, I pick up the other while she takes a seat.
“So,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “What do you think?”
“Aboutwhat?”
“The Whimstery campaign.” I point to the screen across from us. “You haven’t responded to any of my emails this morning.”
“I’m sure it’s fine, Mr. Calloway,” she says. “As the new CEO, I don't think you should care about an underling’s opinion.”
“I care because there’s no one else in this building who has your eye for design.”
“Hmmm.” She looks at the screen and tilts her head to the side. “The font isn’t screaming elegance to me, and the logo isn’t compelling me to buy the product. If I were you, I’d ask the team to go back to the drawing board.”